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auspicioustidings · 7 months

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The Eyes of God

Summary: You are a researcher separated from your group and hypothermic in the mountains. It would be better you had died than be taken into the remote Monastery nearby.

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CW: Catholic horror, non-con (for context there is oral sex that is very much unwanted, starts with reader unconscious so somnophilia), exploitation, non-con medical procedure, mentions of cannibalism.

Please be extremely mindful of the tags here, I am not messing around when I say this is horror. Alejandro and Rudy here are not going to be fun, attractive bad boys. I am being so dead ass when I say this is dark.

He sends out his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold? Psalm 147:15-17

The blizzard had come without warning to steal away all of your senses. There was no sight but for the white in front of you, no sound but for the howling cold, no smell but that of ice, no taste but your own dry fear on your tongue and no feeling at all. How long had it been since you had been separated from your group? Seconds, days?

You knew the signs of hypothermia, had trained for the harsh conditions of this unexplored mountain, but your memories of it all scattered to the corners of your feebled mind as you shuffled slowly and aimlessly forward. Every step was a fight against an impossible foe, God like it it's strength. There was something in the white, a glow. You needed to reach it, you needed to reach it more than you needed oxygen.

Everything is too hot, you are burning.

Your nakedness shall be uncovered, and your disgrace shall be seen. I will take vengeance, and I will spare no one. Isaiah 47:3

"What have you brought before the eyes of God?" Alejandro asked of the man holding a naked figure tight to his chest.

"Wis hunting Father, as ye had asked" Soap replied, "found this woman naked in the snow."

Soap had found you as you started to tear at your clothes. He had watched. The temptations of the flesh had come unbidden to him, blood thickening his cock as your pale flesh met the deathly cold skin to air. It was kindness in the Lord's name to save you; at the Monastery they could cleanse you of this sin, of your whoredom. Make you clean so you could meet your end in a state of Grace. That was what he had told himself as he held you tight to his body, thinking if he could make you one flesh to save you from this cold he would.

"You've brought us something sinful Brother" Rudy said, emerging from the shadows and gazing hatefully at your nakedness.

"He has been righteous no Rudolfo? Something sinful is ripe for purification of the flesh and soul" Alejandro said, coming closer to run a hand up your arm and delighting in the coldness of your skin. A challenge from above he thought, sent to them on the brink of death to bring back and make whole.

"Of course Alejandro. Leave her here then, that we may make her well first."

Soap did not want to leave you with them. He knew that the Fathers could be cruel to sinners, they were so very cruel to him. He knew it was to serve a greater purpose. The unworthy and sinful must endure mortification of the flesh. But you were so soft and delicate in his arms, so decidedly feminine in comparison to everyone here. Did Adam feel like this when he willingly ate the sin offered by Eve?

"By one man's disobedience the many were made sinners. Is this pride Brother? Alejandro, perhaps we should call upon Ghost, ensure this is not able to spread as a sickness."

Soap felt the holy fear of God then. He loved Ghost as David had loved Jonathan, the covenant between them unselfish and everlasting. He felt at his most tested when he was called to watch him be purified. The last time Soap had disobeyed, the Fathers had hung Ghost on a hook and in the end taken a rib as God had taken Adam's rib. Only Ghost had not been deeply asleep as Adam had. His anguish had been loud and still tormented Soap even now after the place had been closed up with flesh.

He looked down at you, your eyes slowly blinking now that there was heat infusing into your skin. Perhaps this is what the Fathers had done with that rib, created another test for him. He laid you gently, reverently, on the alter.

"There now, it is not pride Rudolfo, merely care. By one man's obedience the many will be made righteous. You may go Soap, go to Ghost and pray."

Soap bowed his head in thanks before leaving. Ghost would be preparing his catch by now, no doubt he would have followed orders exactly and hunted down your group properly unlike him in his weakness for you. The Fathers had been diligent in teaching Ghost Genesis 9:2-3 after all.

So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things. How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire. James 3:5

The first thing you felt was pain, followed swiftly by panic. You blinked rapidly then slowly, willing your brain to connect properly to your optic nerve and process where you were.

Staring at the ceiling. You felt your body on a hard surface, you were laying down. There was an unbearable pain in your chest and as you tipped your head forward to look you started to whine on each of your quick exhales, terrified. There was a tube piercing into your flesh, liquid flowing through it. The pain was dull and throbbing. You were completely naked, your skin illuminated and glowing from the hundreds of candles surrounding the alter you were laid on.

And then the true horror of it, two men dressed in the garb of priests, lapping languidly between your legs.

The third feeling was the perverse pleasure that came from their tongues on you. The animalistic sounds of wet lapping against slick folds. Your body did not feel like your own, your movements sluggish and heavy against your commands. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope and trying to see the original image, a sickly feeling of futility. Still, you stubbornly willed your panic to aid you and focused on lifting a hand to push away the men.

One of them lifted his head, chin dripping with you. In your delirium you swore his eyes were fully black, his teeth sharp and oozing ichor. Perhaps in any other scenario he would be handsome, a young man looking at you from between your legs. But not this one, not in the scenario where your hand finally reached his head to give a weak and pathetic push. Not in the scenario where he grabbed your wrist and twisted so hard it made you forget the pain in your chest.

"And if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off" he said, his voice ricocheting off of your skull and echoing there. It was too loud, too quiet, too soft, too rough. "Is that you yearn for? For me to relief you of your sin?"

You cried then, knowing deep inside you from his smooth grin that he would cut pieces off of you and consider it holy.

You are in a nightmare and you cannot wake up.

The hand dropped away to your side, terrified into submission. He went back to his task and now that you were conscious the rough texture against your clit made you want to throw up. You hated that it distracted from everything, that it felt good. Perhaps it was because the two of them were so close to one another in their efforts, but it felt like something wet and forked against you.

Maybe you could see salvation if you looked around, something to focus on other than the twisted flesh of your body and the twisted pleasure given by those pressed against it. Instead your eyes only landed on figures in the shadows.

Two men. One older and one younger. Looking on with something between horror and eroticism. The younger of them set his eyes to the ground when you caught them and sobbed out for some sort of help. The other took him by the scruff of the neck, pressing a forehead to his and mumbling something about Peter 5:8. After a moment they both returned to watching in silence. You could see it in them, the same fear you felt. The fear of something judging and all powerful bearing down.

It was as if the men lapping at you knew of your fear, as if they took pleasure in those who feared them. Their clever tongues were all at once precise and messy, forcing your body to ascend to a peak your mind found repulsive.

You came like it was written in scripture that you must; inevitable, horrific and erotic all the same.

"There now, warmed by the light of the Lord" came a voice. You felt your eyes move to the source against your will, seeing the second man now and feeling a primal fear at his face, blacked out with a golden painted skull catching the light. Below his chin was smudged obscenely.

He reached up and for a moment you thought he might caress you gently. In your state, you felt greed for such a gesture. The noise that left you was inhuman as he pulled the tube from your chest.

"Brother Price, fix up our guest and take her to her cell won't you?"

Price did as he was told, Gaz in tow. He wondered what name they would give a thing like you. You would be quick to learn the ways of this place he thought, not like him or the others. It had taken so much to redeem them into something that might see the Grace of the Almighty one day. He did not want that for you. He knew with certainty that Gaz did not either, the man had nearly went into a state of sin watching you. Price knew better than to feel anything like Pride, but at the very least he was pleased that he had been able to stop him from going to you for comfort.

It was such a wicked thought, but in his heart he felt it would have been better for you had Soap taken you for meat rather than for saving. It was a difficult and painful thing, being saved by the Fathers here.

Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Peter 5:8

But the one who endures to the end will be saved. Matthew 24:13

#cod #cod au #fanfic #dark fic #alejandro vagas x reader #rudolfo parra x reader #catholic horror #cw religion #los vaqueros x reader #I have had a bottle of red wine and am unhinged this evening #like I am not expected anyone to vibe with this but just let me be feral for a minute #please read the cws #I am being so serious #read the cws #mhairiwrites

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junomemo · 8 months

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a god of destruction: BERTHOLDT HOOVER

1. Wikipedia, “Children in the military” / 2. Kane, Andrew Edmund. “How to Be a Dog” + “The Door of Hope.” Attack on Titan / 3. Amichai, Yehuda. “Wildpeace”. / 4. Half-Light: Collected Poems. Bidart, Frank + “To You, 2,000 Years Later: The Fall of Shiganshina.” Attack on Titan / 5. AJJ, “All the Dead Kids” / 6. Mares, Ashley. “PSALM OF SCATTERED ASHES” + [2.] / 7. Afterletters. Bachmann, Ingeborg. Kolewe, R. / 8. Wikipedia, “Remorse” + “Charge.” Attack on Titan / 9. Henry and June. Nin, Anaïs / 10. The Oresteia. Aeschylus. + “Midnight Sun.” Attack on Titan

edit: changed the quote of the final photo

#bertholdt hoover #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #web weaving #poetry #i ended up not using the painting 😢#i spent so much time just looking for screenshots of episodes that weren’t 12 pixels but kinda gave up my bad y’all #my art #?

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life-winners-liveblog · 4 months

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Scar, I think the purgatory screen-eye-thingie is NOT happy with you. I wanna say good job but it may cause problems???

-General

3L!Scar: I did what I had to do, it was doing that or being buried under rubble.

3L!Joel: Uh? What did you say?

3L!Scar: Nothing! just focus on resting.

3L!Joel: Will do- Oh Fuck.

3L!Scar: Joel?!?

3L!Joel: It's the roulette screen...again!?!? We just made it trough one!

3L!Scar: This could be bad...What is it going to be?

(Info: "Holding a torch or being near heat slows down damage, while exposure to a storm without protection leads to 30 minutes of hypothermia." Img is from the Qsmp wiki)

3L!Scar: Oh... good... as good as can be.

3L!Joel: ???

3L!Scar: We are inside a cave and we have everything we need to make a fire... we should be ok...

3L!Joel: That's....good.

3L!Scar: I am not used to being the responsible one that never ever happens... This is very new to me.

3L!Joel: It's not my fault I am concussed! It's all because of those stupid rocks!

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☢️For he spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes. He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can withstand his icy blast?

-Psalms 147:16-17☢️

(Yes a lot of his comments are going to be bible stuff, it just feels right for him to do that since in canon he uses religious terms such as "sinners" so often)

#trafficblr #asks #traffic series #author answers #goodtimeswithscar #joel smallishbeans #☢️

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thebeautyofscripture · 2 years

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He sends the snow like white wool; He scatters frost upon the ground like ashes. He hurls the hail like stones. Who can stand against His freezing cold? Then, at His command, it all melts. He sends His winds, and the ice thaws.

Psalm 147:16-18

#bible #scripture #beauty #nature #outdoors #ice #iceberg #water #cold #winter #god #bible verse #psalms #psalm 147:16-18

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whump-quotes · 1 year

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"Is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn't."

- Ashley Mares, Psalm of Scattered Ashes

#whump #whumblr #whump prompt #whump quote #writing #poems

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postshrapnelbloodloss · 1 year

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do you have a favorite quote? (not necessarily from the show, just something you connect with)

It was hard to choose just one, so here's a couple of the ones I like best.

"Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future." - Jonathan Safran Foer, from "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"

"Is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disppearing? Mine isn't." - Ashley Mares, from "Psalm of Scattered Ashes"

"I would love to be ruined if it means I am sacred enough to be kept close." - Lazarus, from "L. Munir"

"I suffer from chronic nausea - after I'm with people. The awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened." - Sontag

"I've spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won't leave, and fearing that it's a matter of time before they figure me out and let me go." - Shauna Niequist

#askfive

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aspelladay · 1 year

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Justice Spell

This doll-spell represents a plea to the universe for justice and protection from one’s adversaries. Obviously, doll-magic may be taken in many directions: it is the plea for justice that prevents this spell from being considered a hex. If indeed, your plea for justice is undeserved, the spell will benefit the adversary instead. Adjust the spell as needed to suit your situation.

On the night prior to the court date, personalize a doll to represent your adversary. (A separate doll is required for each adversary you may have.)

Place the doll atop a clean white cloth.

Dress the doll with a series of condition oils: Command and Compel, Courtcase, Fiery Wall of Protection, and/or San Cipriano Oils. Theoretically at least, the more oils, the more powerful the spell.

Sprinkle crushed vervain over the doll.

Tie a white cotton thread or string around the doll’s waist.

Burn frankincense and myrrh.

Recite Psalm 7 nine times.

Wrap the doll up inside the cloth and hide it in the dark in a discreet and private place.

This is a popular spell. Sometimes reciting the psalm is omitted. Other options for disposing of the doll exist, too: for instance, bury the doll in the ground, far from your home, or bury the doll in the cemetery, or burn the doll and scatter the ashes in the wind.

(from The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells by Judika Illes)

#spells #courtcase spells #justice spells #dolls #cloth #white #command and compel oil #courtcase oil #fiery wall of protection oil #san cipriano oil #zirk vervain #cotton #thread #string #frankincense #myrrh #psalms

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rungreza · 1 year

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ASHLEY MARES, Psalm of Scattered Ashes.

#quote #quotes #allaboutocs #ocappreciation #pococ #my edit #text edit #quote edit #not my quote #edits #myedit #listen i tried #finally living out my tumblr girl fantasies #rungreza

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pistol247 · 2 years

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He sends out His command to the earth; His word runs very swiftly. He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes; He casts out His hail like morsels; Who can stand before His cold? He sends out His word and melts them; He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow. Psalms 147:15‭-‬18 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/psa.147.15-18.NKJV https://www.instagram.com/p/CgJu8buuD9Y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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carryingpitchers · 2 years

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All day up and down the shore the

fine points of the waves keep on

tapping whatever is there: scatter of broken

clams, empty jingles, old

oyster shells thick and castellated that held

once the pale jewel of their bodies, such sweet

tongue and juice. And who do you

think you are sauntering along

five feet up in the air, the ocean a blue fire

around your ankles, the sun

on your face on your shoulders its golden mouth whispering

(so it seems) you! you! you!

Now the afternoon wind

all frill and no apparent purpose

takes her cloud-shaped

hand and touches every one of the

waves so that rapidly

they stir the wings of the eiders they blur

the boats on their moorings; not even the rocks

black and blunt interrupt the waves on their

way to the shore and one last swimmer (is it you?) rides

their salty infoldings and outfoldings until,

peaked, their blue sides heaving, they pause; and God

whistles them back; and you glide safely to shore.

One morning

a hundred pink and cylindrical

squid lay beached their lacy faces,

their gnarls of dimples and ropy tentacles

limp and powerless; as I watched

the big gulls went down upon

this sweetest trash rolling

like the arms of babies through the

swash—in a feathered dash,

a snarl of delight the beaks fell

grabbing and snapping; then was left

only the empty beach, the birds floating back over the waves.

How many mysteries have you seen in your

lifetime? How many nets pulled

full over the boat’s side, each silver body

ready or not falling into

submission? How many roses in early summer

uncurling above the pale sands then

falling back in unfathomable

willingness? And what can you say? Glory

to the rose and the leaf, to the seed, to the

silver fish. Glory to time and the wild fields,

and to joy. And to grief’s shock and torpor, its near swoon.

So it is not hard to understand

where God’s body is, it is

everywhere and everything; shore and the vast

fields of water, the accidental and the intended

over here, over there. And I bow down

participate and attentive

it is so dense and apparent. And all the same I am still

unsatisfied. Standing

here, now, I am thinking

not of His thick wrists and His blue

shoulders but, still, of Him. Where, do you suppose, is His

page and wonderful mind?

I would be good—oh, I would be upright and good.

To what purpose? To be shining not

sinful, not wringing out of the hours

petulance, heaviness, ashes. To what purpose?

Hope of heaven? Not that. But to enter

the other kingdom: grace, and imagination,

and the multiple sympathies: to be as a leaf, a rose,

a dolphin, a wave rising

slowly then briskly out of the darkness to touch

the limpid air, the be God’s mind’s

servant, loving with the body’s sweet mouth—its kisses, its words—

everything.

I know a man of such

mildness and kindness it is trying to

change my life. He does not

preach, teach, but simply is. It is

astonishing, for he is Christ’s ambassador

truly, by rule and act. But, more,

he is kind with the sort of kindness that shines

out, but is resolute, not fooled. He has

eaten the dark hours and could also, I think,

soldier for God, riding out

under the storm clouds, against the world’s pride and unkindness,

with both unassailable sweetness, and tempering word.

Every morning I want to kneel down on the golden

cloth of the sand and say

some kind of musical thanks for

the world that is happening again—another day—

from the shawl of wind coming out of the

west to the firm green

flesh of the melon lately sliced open and

eaten, its chill and ample body

flavored with mercy. I want

to be worthy—of what? Glory? Yes, unimaginable glory.

O Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am

not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing toward you.

Mary Oliver, On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate (Psalm 145)

#mary oliver #daily poetry #poetry #comfort

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spiritsoulandbody · 1 month

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#DailyDevotion The LORD Takes Care Of Us

#DailyDevotion The LORD Takes Care Of Us Psalm 147 12Jerusalem, praise the LORD! Praise your God, Zion! 13He made the bars of your gates strong and blessed your children within you. 14He brings peace to your border and gives you plenty of the finest wheat. 15He sends His order throughout the earth; His word runs very fast. 16He gives snow like wool and scatters hoarfrost like ashes. 17He throws down His hailstones like bread crumbs — who can stand before His icy blast? 18He sends His word and melts the ice, makes the wind blow and the waters flow. 19He speaks His word to Jacob, His laws and decrees to Israel. 20He hasn't done this for any other nation; they do not know His decrees. Praise the LORD! In this third section of the song the psalmist calls on Jerusalem and Zion to praise the LORD. One of the reasons he gives to praise the LORD is how He has made the gate strong and blessed the children in her. As long as the people living there will be faithful to the Lord and follow His Commandments and the Torah He would be with them. And it's His desire to do this but He cannot leave sin unpunished. It seems to be written after the Babylonian exile to the Jewish people who are most likely on their best behavior here. If you read through Ezra and Nehemiah we can see how the LORD brought peace to their border and gave them plenty of the finest wheat. The LORD takes care of them. See here how the LORD sends His order throughout the earth and His word goes swiftly to do His command. He describes how He provides water for the crops and for the people to drink in the land. Whether it be snow, or frost, hailstones, or ice, The LORD sends for peace things and then sends the wind blow to melt the ice to make it suitable for the land for the people. Here then he returns to the graciousness to the people of Judah and Israel the LORD has given. He has given His word his laws and His decrees. He had not done this for any other people at this time. They were to be witnesses of His word to the world. For this they were to praise the Lord. Now the Lord has given us a new covenant in which he calls all people of every language, tribe, people, and nation. Lord blesses the earth with all that it needs for the sake of his holy people everywhere. He sends the rain, the snow, the sunshine, the warmth comma and whatever else is needed Support his children in the world. The rest of the world is blessed because his people exist among them and the Lord provides for his people through the world. Not only does the LORD provide for us all the blessings of this world for us to survive in it, but like the people of Israel,He has provided us His word the gospel of His Son, Jesus Christ and we may know Him, love Him, and fear him. The LORD continues to provide for us word in sacrament so we may know His great love for us, His great Mercy for us, and His great sacrifice for us. The knowledge at once was once for the Israelites, the Lord has made known to the world now through the Church. For all these things, taking care of our bodily needs And taking care of our spiritual needs, we are called upon to give thanks praise and thanksgiving to the LORD our God, through Jesus Christ Our LORD. Merciful and gracious father, We do give you thanks and praise for providing for us all of our bodily needs, Most of all we are thankful and give You praise for sending Your son Jesus Christ into the world to redeem us. We thank you for sending the holy Apostles and all the ministers of Christ throughout the world, to bring us this good news if we may hear it and believe it. Have mercy on us and keep us always in this faith until life everlasting. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen Read the full article

#Christ #Christianity #devotion #faith #Jesus #LCMS #Lutheran #Messiah #providence #Psalms

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